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Santa's Bad Night

Santa's Bad Night

  Santa bounced off our roof last night!
    Gave the Mrs. and I quite a fright!
 Went out to see if I could help,
      Is when I heard a jolly ole yelp!

    Sleigh was all shattered and wrecked!
  He said the stirring hadn't been checked.
  He left his magic wallet at home,
   GPS stopped working around Nome.

    The reindeer okay; in a bit of a heap!
 Turned in their union cards; but never a peep.
     If no presents this year under the tree,
They're spread behind our house; along highway three!

  The elves worked so hard on all the toys!
    Dolls for little girls; big trucks for little boys.
    Doesn't matter if you were naughty or nice,
Santa's head and elbows are still wrapped in ice!

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John Prophet

During such tough times a little levity wrapped in a Christmas bow is
a soothing tonic for the soul.
Nicely done.

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Jim "The Lad" ....

Thank you Liliana, but those of my best I promised I will start posting them in a few more days, I 'm just trying to have a little fun right now, thank you for the support!..Jim

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